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Mia Fernandez was an Irwin and proud of it. She'd been out in the field since the age of fifteen and had earned quite a reputation along the way; she became known as the girl who never missed and a fairly popular person to watch when she was out in the field. Four years after first stepping out onto the field, her reputation remained and she became infamous across various media outlets, even earning her offers to join up with various other teams and sites across the country.

But there was only one team she ever wanted to join; she wanted to be part of the Mason's elite group in California. If you got with them, you're basically set for life.

After dreaming of being part of their team for so many years, Mia finally gets a chance. She's hired as the Mason's personal bodyguard, which she happily accepted. She moved her entire life from Ashwood, Oklahoma to Berkeley, California to where the Masons were based. It was a stretch, but she wanted to do it and she'd do anything to make it work.

But almost as soon as she arrived, she knew nothing would be as easy as she originally thought they would be.

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"We don't rely on shared pack-sense anymore, and if I don't want to screw you, I won't. So I'll be blunt: I'd rather have my brother chain me to a wall and sit between me and the door with a rifle for two days than let you touch me. If that's what it takes, he'll do it if I ask him to."

Wolf-heat waits for no one--and no presidential campaign--and there's an awful lot of tradition surrounding how wolf-bound humans act while the heat runs its course.

But there are limits, damn it.

This piece fits roughly into the middle of Feed, but its edges don't line up perfectly with the canonical novel timeline. (Shh, don't tell.) I've kept the book spoilers to a minimum.

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In which Georgia Mason, age twelve, is unexpectedly chosen by and bonded to a female wolf cub, making her emotional relationships with her brother and parents even more fraught and complicated than they might otherwise have been.

This story begins roughly ten years before Feed, when Georgia and Shaun are twelve, and continues until they’re eighteen or so. Please mind the content notes.

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They leave for Canada. Its an easy choice, even if it shouldn't be. Georgia knows that her past self wouldn't have left. Would have kept fighting until she was back in the grave. But.....she couldn't leave Shaun alone again....she promised him that.

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It's been a year and a half since the events of "Coming to You Live," and the team is getting together again at Dr. Abbey's, this time with a few extra guests along for the ride. But nothing is ever simple when the Masons are involved.

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She either knows what she wants and what she wants is him, or she’s a professional who’s aiming to get his dick hard so his brain will switch off and she can fleece him for whatever she thinks he has. Mason knows he’s got a way with women, but this is fast, even for him. Option number two it is.

AKA the one where Shaun isn't Shaun and George isn't George, but they're still the center of each other's universes anyway.

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As either a concession to my scruples or a sign of how eager he was to get the hell out into the open air with someone other than a security detail, Shaun put on an almost-reasonable amount of protective gear without my having to say a word. I did the only appropriate thing in response: while he fidgeted, I went back to my computer, pulled up our shared calendar, and entered "PIGS FLEW" on the current date.

He opened his mouth to protest, and I shook my head. "Not a word, or tomorrow morning I have a new blog post about my dashing Irwin brother finally learning some common sense in his old age," I said, which earned me a glower that suggested Shaun couldn't decide whether "common sense" or "old age" was more offensive.

In which Georgia and Shaun take a fleeting break from the horrific workload and stress about two-thirds into Feed.

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I told myself it wasn't my fault if I couldn't ignore those glimpses of skin or the softness of her body when we hugged. It made sense: George was a girl; I was into girls; she was the girl I was always with. Sooner or later my hormones would figure out she was my sister, and then touching her would just give me the same sense of warmth and comfort as it had all our lives.

Some of my wires got crossed sometimes, that was all. Puberty was weird and confusing, according to everyone ever, and after a while things would settle down.

That was all it was. It had to be.

Set about nine years before Feed, when Georgia and Shaun are fourteen.

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"Goody," George said, trying not to sound embarrassed. She didn't do a great job of it. "Either I'm unexpectedly hemorrhaging to death, or I'm a woman now." She spat out Option B in the same snarky sing-song she'd used after the time we watched some ancient sex ed. videos for laughs, one of which had featured a serious middle-aged lady droning about the wonders of a girl's blossoming womanhood.

Before the Rising, getting your first period meant possible messiness, embarrassment, and inconvenience.

It's worse now.

(In which Shaun Mason, age thirteen, side-eyes other boys and snuggles his sister, who's having a very rough night/morning.)

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During that first visit she told us the bare minimum she could get away with, and by sheer force of will she made things as normal as possible under conditions that involved crashing at a gigantic house inhabited by intelligent creatures that flew in the face of everything I thought I knew about the world. We spent those three days letting Maggie show us her favorite movies, eating the kind of obscenely good food that the ludicrously wealthy can have on hand, and trying not to jump out of our skin every time the Aeslin mice appeared in their brightly-colored scraps of clothing, whether it was to celebrate an esoteric religious rite or to get in on some popcorn action. They were deeply curious, scrupulously polite, and obsessed with cake.

They'd been fascinated by my eyes, which came to their attention when they noticed that, unlike everyone else, I didn't turn lights on when I went into darkened rooms.